"Through design we can change stories"
Listless eyes are passing by.
Snubs are stabbing daily.
Living half the life you’ve got,
Spikes protect me, maybe.
Ignore the roughnes, look around
My soul survives inside.
Homeless people are not living a perceived conventional life, within the eyes of the communities around them. The slice of life that exists sees, rejection, hurt and a lack of protection. This in turn leads to a withdrawal from society,a fragment of their existence being revealed. The outcome reflects the inner soul, with a glint of hope and normality, yet an outer shell that may not reflect the truth, sadness and emotional turmoil many homeless people suffer.